When we adopted Blu, the woman at the shelter gave us a long look and asked, “Are you sure about this? He’s a pit bull.”
I nodded.
Because I wasn’t looking for a status dog. I was looking for someone to protect my daughter in a world that never really felt safe.
Luna was three when we brought Blu home. Within days, she was brushing his fur with her doll’s comb, whispering secrets into his ear, and falling asleep with her fingers curled in his coat.
Some parents gasped when they saw them together. A few even pulled their kids away from the park when we showed up. “He looks scary,” one mom said.
But Blu just sat there, calm as a monk, letting Luna tie a pink ribbon on his tail.